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The command in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, a delicious tension building within me as he controlled both our pleasure. Christopher's thrusts became deeper, more deliberate, each one hitting that perfect spot that made my vision blur at the edges. I struggled against his grip, not to escape but to feel the restraint, to surrender completely to his control.
"Please," I begged, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. "I need—"
"I know exactly what you need," he whispered against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "And I'll give it to you when you're ready."
His rhythm changed, slowing to an almost torturous pace that had me writhing beneath him. Each thrust was measured, deliberate, designed to build my pleasure without allowing release. I could feel his knot beginning to swell, catching slightly with each movement.
"Christopher," I gasped, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Please, I can't—"
"Yes, you can," he murmured, his voice thick with desire and command. "You're stronger than you know, wildflower. Hold on for me just a little longer."
His knot continued to swell, the pressure building with each deliberate thrust. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of him inside me, the sensation overwhelming and perfect. My body was wound so tight I thought I might shatter, balanced on the knife's edge between control and complete surrender.
"Now," Christopher commanded, his voice rough as his knot locked us together. "Come for me now, beautiful."
The release was explosive, tearing through me with an intensity that stole my breath. I cried out his name, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Christopher followed me over the edge with a deep groan, his body shuddering against mine as he spilled himselfinside me. His knot pulsed, locking us together as he buried his face in my neck, his breathing ragged and uneven.
"Perfect," he whispered against my skin, his voice hoarse. "So fucking perfect."
I trembled beneath him, aftershocks still rippling through me as I struggled to catch my breath. The weight of him was comforting, grounding me as I floated in the haze of satisfaction. My fingers found his hair, threading through the dark strands as he pressed gentle kisses to my throat.
"I love you, wildflower," he told me, lifting his head to look at me. His eyes were soft now, the desperate hunger gone and back to soft loving eyes, “One day I will bite down on that neck if you allow it and make you ours…I know the others feel the same way.”
My breath caught at his words, heat flooding through me that had nothing to do with our physical connection. The idea of being claimed so completely, so permanently, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
"Is that what you want?" I whispered, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. "All of you?"
Christopher's eyes darkened again, though his expression remained tender. "We've talked about it," he admitted quietly. "The four of us. About what it would mean to have you as our mate completely—not just in our hearts, but bonded to us in every way that matters."
I felt my pulse quicken at the confession. The thought should have been overwhelming, terrifying even. Instead, it filled me with a sense of rightness that settled deep in my bones.
"When?" I asked, surprised by the certainty in my own voice.
"When you're ready," Christopher laughed at my eagerness, “Besides, Nicolaus hasn’t had his date. He needs to woo you some as well.”
I laughed softly, the sound breathless in the quiet room. "Poor Nicolaus. He's been so patient with all of us."
Christopher's smile was warm as he shifted slightly, careful not to disturb our connection. "He's been planning something special, from what I understand. Though knowing him, it'll be perfectly orchestrated down to the last detail."
"That sounds like him," I murmured, my fingers still playing with his hair. "Always thinking three steps ahead."
"He cares about you deeply," Christopher said, his voice growing serious. "We all do. This isn't just about physical attraction, Lilianna. What we're offering you—what we're asking for—it's everything. Our lives, our futures, our hearts."
I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what he was saying. "I know," I whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "And it's what I want too. All of you."
Christopher kissed me then, gentle and reverent, as if sealing a promise between us. His knot still tied us together, creating an intimacy that went beyond the physical. When he finally pulled back, his eyes shone with emotion.
"Rest now," he murmured, carefully shifting us to our sides without breaking our connection. "We have all the time in the world."
I nestled against him, my body perfectly fitted to his as exhaustion began to claim me. The last thing I felt before drifting off was Christopher's lips pressing a tender kiss to my forehead, his arms wrapped protectively around me.
Chapter Fifty-Two
Lilianna
Ihad woken up to Christopher kissing my shoulder and murmuring that he had early practice. His voice was warm with affection, lips soft against my skin, and even half-asleep I’d smiled, tucking myself further into the blankets as he slipped out of the room. The scent of him lingered on the pillow beside me—citrus and clean linen, familiar and grounding. I drifted in and out of sleep for another hour or so, letting my thoughts wander between the memories of last night and the deep peace I hadn’t known I was missing.
When I finally rose, the house was filled with golden light pouring in through the windows. I stretched, luxuriating in the quiet stillness. After a long shower and pulling on a soft slate-blue sweater and leggings, I padded barefoot into the hallway.
